Lost (Rewrite)

Chapter 10- Exam

Recap...

I'm also not going to allow abusers in my city, especially child abusers.

Ariana:

After he shuts the door I just stare at it.  I don't even know how to react. How could I be that stupid?

I should've hid it better and no it doesn't matter that he reacted well. He didn't need to know about it in the first place and I could've dealt with the pain.

I sigh and lift up my sweatshirt, well technically Vincenzo's.

Sure enough the bandages I had on had rode up to show some of my bruises. Enough for Vincenzo to get a clear shot of my bruised stomach.

I put the sweatshirt back down and slump back into the bed. There's no chance in hell I'm going back to sleep now.

Especially knowing there's a doctor on the way to treat me.

I despise doctors and hospitals.

They bring back horrible memories. I'd rather just forget them and not let a doctor treat me but I have a feeling not allowing this to happen isn't and option for me.

Vincenzo will probably strap me down to get what he wants.

I exhale and stare at the ceiling.

Why is this my life?

Vincenzo:

After calling the doctor I check the time. 11:13.

I should be able to get some work done.

Anthony and Rider will be staking out Ariana's parents house and Madu my hacker will be doing a background check on her.

By the time it's 11:30 I still haven't gotten anything done. I can't focus.

I hear a ding indicating someone is headed my way and I look at the elevator cameras.

It's the doctor.

I greet her at the door. "Mrs. Garcia, wonderful to see you."

"I wish I could say the same. Don't tell me you really kidnapped a young girl and now she's injured? How could you let this happen?" She asked.

I sigh and look the other way. Mrs. Garcia is one of the only few people I met talk to me this way.

I run a hand through my hair and look back toward her.

"She didn't get them here she got them before I took her in. I'm pretty sure her parents did it."

"Well don't waste any more time, take me to her. If her injuries are as bad as you made them seem I need to check her out right now."

"Yes ma'am."

"It's Mrs. Gracia," she corrects me. I let a slight smile creep it's way onto my face.

I harden my features though once we reach Ariana's door. I unlock it and push the door open making Ariana looks toward us.

"Ariana this is Mrs.Garcia. She'll be your doctor so listen to her and do as she says," I warn her.

She glares at me but nods nonetheless.

I leave the two alone so Ariana could have privacy but I stand in the hallway waiting for Mrs. Garcia to come back.

I want to know what happened to Ariana as fast as possible.

I don't know why though. I just feel terrible, I know punishing her must've aggravated her injuries.

I just wonder how she managed to mask her pain though.

How did I not realize the moment I first met her?

Ariana:

"I'm going to need you to lift that shirt up sweetheart," Mrs. Gracia says. I reluctantly do it and she gasps. Aren't you supposed to be professional lady?

She comes closer and cuts away my bandage. I fight my urge to slap her away from me. I hate physical contact. 

She starts to roam her hands over my body pressing slightly. 

"It looks like you have two broken ribs possibly 4."

Damn, that many? Last time it was 13.

She grabs a stethoscope and puts it over my heart first. Then she moves it down to my back before moving it to my stomach. "When's the last time you've eaten?"

"This morning."

"How often would you normally eat before coming here?"

"Like an apple or sometimes coffee and a sandwich," I answer. Sometimes I would go to a cafe to eat if I got really hungry otherwise I'd just bare through it. It hurts to eat too much anyways. She looks really shocked I said that.

"Was that your choice?" She asks as she checks out my arms.

"No."

She continues to look me over and eventually says "None of these are infected surprisingly, with proper rest and antibiotics you'll be ok."

I nod, I think this is the end of it. 

"Are there any other places where you're injured?"

Wishful thinking makes you disappointed. 

"All over my body."

"Can I perform a full physical exam?"

I look at the ceiling trying not to roll my eyes. "I don't have much of a choice, so yes."

She has me strip and checks over my entire body. It took forever and now I'm highly irritated. At the end of it all, she gave me a shit ton of medications as well as a brace to wear on my ribs.

I now have to take vitamins for almost everything you could think of, antibiotics for two weeks, and I was also given painkillers. She also gave me a diet plan so I can start eating more slowly until I reach a "goal appetite".

I roll my eyes and go to the bathroom with a new set of clothes setting them down on the counter. 

I make sure the door is locked before I take the brace off. I don't really care about wearing it. I'll just put it back on after taking a shower. I luckily don't have to remove any bandages because I convinced her to let me do it so she just gave me a bunch of supplies for that. 

I'm still sticky from being sweaty and someone was just running their hands all over my body. She put gloves on for the physical exam but I still feel them on my skin. 

Vincenzo:

"She'll be ok," Mrs. Gracia says as she comes out of the room. I nod, that's good.

"What are her injuries?" 

She takes a shaky breathe before saying "Let's go into the kitchen first."

I agree to it and we sit at the kitchen island.

I wasn't prepared for what I was about to hear.